Wild boar

Chapter 891: Deduction of the battle 800 years ago

Penghai.

A flying sword penetrated the sky and the earth.

The flying sword cuts through the clouds.

Falling straight towards the volcanic island.

It was inserted into the bluestone square outside the cave on the top of the volcanic island.

The door to the cave opened slowly.

Zhu Riming stepped onto the square.

Raise your hand.

The milky white flying sword was already in his hand.

hum!
Feijian started.

The sword body let out a burst of dragon roar.

On the milky white sword body, a dragon's shadow hovered over it.

"Senior Brother Feng is indeed amazing. He has actually mastered a ninth-level magical flying sword." Zhu Riming said while stroking the fitness.

This flying sword.

The main material is the remains of the ice wind dragon in the god-transformation stage, and the remaining materials are configured in Tianjian Mountain and refined by Master Lijian himself.

The flying sword has two attributes of ice and wind, so Zhu Riming simply called it the ice wind sword.

Zhu Riming took the Ice Wind Sword and returned to the cave to start refining it into a natal flying sword.

About a month later.

Zhu Riming turned into a milky white sword thread and left the retreat cave.

On an unknown island in Penghai, Zhu Zishan has been sitting cross-legged for a long time.

Zhu Zishan and Zhu Riming sat on two hills respectively, looking at each other.

After a long time.

Zhu Zishan opened his mouth and spat out a pale golden round demon pill.

As soon as the demon pill comes out.

The calm sea suddenly became rough.

The demon pill slowly approached Zhu Riming. Zhu Riming seemed to melt quickly like a candle, and finally turned into a pool of liquid.

Zhu Zishan tore off all the clothes on his body and stood naked on top of the pool of metallic liquid.

The metallic liquid seemed to be absorbed by Zhu Zishan.

Slowly decrease...

After an unknown amount of time, all the metallic liquid on the ground disappeared.

Zhu Zishan was swept up by a strong wind and rushed high into the sky.

The next day.

afternoon.

Tianjian Mountain.

Zhu Zishan, who merged with his clone, came to Feng Zhuyu.

"Thank you, senior brother, for giving me the sword." Zhu Zishan cupped his fists and thanked him.

"Why are you here?" Feng Zhuyu asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Junior brother came to Tianjian Mountain this time for two things. The first is to thank him for refining this natal flying sword for me."

"Let's talk about the second thing." Feng Zhuyu quickly interrupted.

"The second thing I want to do is to ask my senior brother for some news. 800 years ago, was there a human race who was a swordsman in the stage of becoming a god and fell into the realm of the Xichuan Demon Clan?"

"There is indeed such a person." Feng Zhuyu replied with a thoughtful look on his face.

"May I ask what the senior's Taoist name is?"

"Jin Sha Demon Lord."

"Demon sword cultivator?"

"Whatever demonic path is right is my human sword cultivator." Obviously, in the eyes of Zhenjun Li Jian, there is no difference between good and evil, only the difference between humans and monsters.

"May I ask how Demon Lord Jinsha's divine passage method is?"

"What do you ask for this?"

"To be honest, senior brother, the Golden Evil Lord died at the hands of a great demon with the bloodline of a five-color peacock 800 years ago. I want to use the Golden Evil Lord to deduce the magical power of the five-color peacock."

"You want to deal with that colorful peacock?"

"Know thyself, ever-victorious."

"The technique practiced by the Golden Demon Lord is special. When practicing, it is necessary to collect the evil spirits of five metals and integrate them into his body. His complexion is pale gold, and his body is more than a hundred times more powerful than ordinary sword cultivators..." "It is rumored that the Golden Demon Lord You and your natal flying sword have merged into one, or maybe he has cultivated his body into a natal flying sword..."

"A person is a sword?" Zhu Zishan asked in surprise.

"People are swords, and swords are people. Jinsha Demon Lord does not have Qianli Yujian, because he himself is the sword." Zhenjun Li Jian said with slightly narrowed eyes.

"If you are a sword, wouldn't that mean touching your own head with someone else's magic weapon?"

"Indeed, that's true, but the Jinsha Demon Lord also has his own tactics when fighting against swordsmen of the same level as Tong. He relies on the Jinsha Sword Qi..."

"Each golden sword energy can form a spectroscopic shadow sword, and each spectroscopic shadow sword is almost indistinguishable from its original body..."

"The Spectral Shadow Sword is not only extremely powerful, but it is also not afraid of wear and tear..."

"Sword cultivators of the same level can't find his true body. He will only be separated by the glancing sword, thousands of sword clones, and no bones left."

"This is indeed amazing." Zhu Zishan sighed.

"What kind of magical power did the five-color peacock use to deal with the Golden Evil Demon King?" Zhenjun Lijian asked.

"The five-color peacock's natal magical power is called the five-color divine light. The five-color divine light has the attributes of the five elements. A single brush of the divine light can make the monk's magic weapon dim and lose its spirituality." Zhu Zishan said truthfully.

"No wonder... this is very restrained by Jin Sha Demon Lord, and his death is not unjust."

"It's a pity...for such a swordsman prodigy, his self-created "Golden Evil Sword Art" has not been spread to the world, and has become unknown since then." Zhenjun Li Jian sighed.

"Since the Jinsha Demon Lord is one man and sword, if he wants to escape, no one can stop him." Zhu Zishan said after thinking for a moment.

"Sword cultivators move forward bravely. They would rather take the straight path than seek the crooked path. How can they blindly think of escaping?"

"Senior Brother, I misunderstood. What I mean is that since the Jinsha Demon King knows how powerful the five-color divine light is, but still chooses to fight to the death in Wanjue Mountain, he must be somewhat sure. Moreover, I have surveyed in Wanjue Mountain. Although it is so long ago, In the year 800, the traces of that time have long been wiped out, but there is a new monster in the Wanjue Mountain called the Five-Colored Golden Pheasant..."

"Let the blood of the five-color peacock fall on the mountain and be absorbed by the plants and trees. The grass seeds are eaten by ordinary chickens, and the chicken turns into the five-color golden pheasant..."

"This shows that 800 years ago, the five-color peacock must have bled a lot, and he must have been seriously injured." Zhu Zishan said with certainty.

heard...

Lord Li Jian was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said: "Jin Sha Demon Lord may not fall..."

"Why do you say that?"

"Pulse-pulling Divine Sword!" Zhenjun Li Jian narrowed his eyes slightly and said a great magical power of sword cultivation.

Once a sword cultivator's magical flying sword enters the body of a monster, it can flow through the monster's meridians. As long as the monster's magical power or thick skin is penetrated into the body by a human sword cultivator using the magical flying sword, it can almost be said to be fatal. .

"It's impossible... If the Golden Evil Demon Lord entered the body of the five-color peacock, it should have been cut into pieces long ago."

"Didn't you say that the five-color divine light can make the magic weapon dim and lose its spirituality..."

800 years ago.

Over the Wanjue Mountain.

A five-color peacock crows loudly.

The loud cry caused the clouds in the sky to disperse.

suddenly.

The golden flying swords filled the sky like heavy rain, almost covering the entire sky.

Let the whole sky darken.

The five-color peacock spreads its gorgeous feathers.

The five-color divine light washed out, and the countless golden flying swords transformed by the Jinsha Demon Lord's Spectral Glazing Sword were swept away by the five-color divine light.

With the sound of swords resounding throughout the world...

Countless golden flying swords in the sky began to rotate around the five-color peacock.

The illusory flying swords composed of countless sword energies actually formed a huge sword array in mid-air.

The ultimate killing array of ten thousand swords!

for a while.

The five-color peacock was surrounded by thousands of swords. Fortunately, the five-color divine light protected the five-color peacock's body.

The spectroscopic shadow sword composed of sword energy could not pose any threat to the five-color peacock at all.

Among those billions of flying swords...

There is a sword that is the core of these flying swords. It is the flying sword that the Jinsha Demon King himself transformed into.

Demon Lord Jinsha saw the opportunity, and after a five-color divine light swept across, he pierced the body of the five-color peacock with a sword.

The Pulse Divine Sword!

The five-color peacock's blood surged wildly, and it was in danger.

Just at this critical moment.

The five-color divine light rolls back into the body.

seal!

(End of this chapter)